6
Julian Hayes sat in the car, his face pale. He refused to believe Anya was truly dead.
The girl who had grown up by his side, calling him “Julian,” the girl he had always intended to marry and cherish for a lifetime–how could she be dead?
Anya had always been quiet and gentle, always complying with his wishes. Even his domineering and selfish behavior, she would just lower her head and offer a soft smile.
Others called her his childhood fiancée, a siren, a tool… but only he knew that she had once been the purest light in his world.
For her, he had expanded the Hayes family estate, personally building an amusement park in the backyard, fearing that if she went out, others would covet her, would steal her away.
He hated himself for being too controlling, afraid she would feel like a bird trapped in a cage. Yet, whenever he saw those covetous gazes on her, he would be driven mad with rage.
When he was twenty, he spent half a year preparing for a grand proposal that would shake the world.
Every traditional ritual, a lavish wedding procession that stretched for miles. He even personally selected the wedding colors, all for that one promise: “I will protect you my entire life.”
In the previous life, just one month before the “intimacy date” calculated by the Hayes family elders, Miss Serena approached him, handing him a video.
In the video, Anya was naked, surrounded by several strange men, her smile alluring, her movements provocative.
He froze.
That was the woman he cherished, the fiancée he swore to protect for a lifetime.
His instinct was to doubt, so he sent it for testing. But several reports consistently showed no cuts, no digital manipulation.
Serena stood by, her eyes sincere, her voice gentle:
“I just… couldn’t bear to see you deceived. You’re such a good person; you shouldn’t be kept in the dark.”
In that moment, his faith crumbled.
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More than ten years of deep affection were shattered by a single video.
He, with his fractured sanity, went to drown his sorrows in drink. When he woke up, Serena was lying beside him, and on the sheets were traces he dared not recall.
Half a month later, Serena told him she was pregnant.
His parents had always told him that the Hayes family had a hereditary fertility disorder, and Anya was the siren they had sought out, capable of bearing him descendants. But now, seeing Serena’s pregnancy test results with his own eyes, he felt like his world had ended.
Everything he had believed in turned out to be another lie!
He hated.
Hated himself for trusting Anya, hated her for deceiving him, and hated her even more for destroying all his beliefs.
On that “intimacy date,” more than a dozen innately alluring women writhed their bodies.
But Julian, drugged, only caught a scent from one direction–it was her, Anya.
He was ultimately drawn to her. He rushed over, kissed her, held her, and entwined with her, until he saw that tiny bit of crimson.
In that moment, he almost suffocated.
She had never betrayed him!
He regretted it madly, immediately cut all ties with Serena, paid her thirty million dollars, ordered her to abort the child, and never to see her again.
But a month later, his bodyguard delivered devastating news–Serena was dead. Her health was poor, and the forced abortion had tragically claimed both mother and child.
He never expected that among Serena’s belongings, he would find a hospital document for “hymen reconstruction,” with Anya’s
name on it.
In that instant, his mind went blank.
“How could this be…?”
Anger and guilt overwhelmed him. He couldn’t forgive himself, and he couldn’t forgive the person who had betrayed him!
So he threw Anya into the squalid alleyway, forcing her to confess, humiliating her, destroying her. He choked love to death, buried
it with his own hands.
That night, he cried uncontrollably at Serena’s grave. When he opened his eyes again, he had reborn, back to one month before the “intimacy date.”
This time, he swore to protect Serena and her child. He would never let that scheming hussy, Anya, have any opportunity!
He let her reap what she sowed, letting her be tormented by all the drugged women. He just wanted to punish her a little, but he never expected her to dare to use the village’s lies to deceive him again!
He was furious, but what he didn’t expect was for Anya to even get his mother involved to threaten him.
Blinded by fury, he directly brought in twenty vagrants, determined to expose her for who she really was. She cried, she knelt, she struggled, but he remained unmoved.
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Because in his heart–she deserved it!
But when he saw that trace of red beneath her, his heart still skipped a beat. Luckily, Serena reminded him, and he remembered that medical report from the previous life.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing that tiny flicker of doubt in his heart.
This woman was too good at acting. If she were truly innocent, how could she have caused Serena and the child’s death in the previous life?
He forced himself to calm down, telling himself: no matter how miserable she was, it was only to gain sympathy.
But he never imagined that in just three days, the bodyguard would bring him such news:
“She’s dead.”
His mind exploded with a roar, and for a moment, even breathing became difficult.
He didn’t want to believe it.
“It must be fake, the bodyguard must be conspiring with her to put on a show…”
He clenched his fists tightly, a vein throbbing in his temple, his voice trembling.
But the voice in his heart grew clearer and clearer:
She was truly dead.
Just then, the butler called back.
“Mr. Hayes, I’ve checked. Miss Anya’s schedule has always been fully arranged by Mrs. Hayes. Her daily activities were either flower arranging or tea ceremonies. She prefers quiet and rarely goes out. Every time she did leave, you or a bodyguard accompanied her the entire time.”
“There was only one time she went out. Miss Anya visited all the pharmacies in the city and bought every type of aphrodisiac antidote on the market.”
